Somewhere in Nevada

He flicked his cigarette into the desert and began to light another one with the practiced motion of a salaryman.

His assistant was pissing on the cracked earth beside Highway 50 because he insisted on drinking four energy drinks for breakfast.

A scraggly kitten approached, meowing. The salaryman frowned, uneasy.

Two men and a kitten left.

Reviving the 55 Word Challenge from my old Storiesmania days. A story recalled thanks to an errant text received from an old assistant, D-.

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